The Ashtons - Cole, Abigail & Megan

was putting him through would send him up in a puff of smoke at any moment.
    As he watched, she took a foil packet from the bedsidetable, arranged their protection, then straddled his hips and guided him to her. His blood pressure spiked, and he gripped the sheets with both hands in an attempt to slow himself down as he watched her body take him in. The feel of her melting around him threatened what little restraint he had left.
    Breathing deeply, Russ had to remind himself that this was Abby’s night, and he refused to take the control away from her. Even if he was suffering from the need to thrust into her until they both reached a soulshattering climax.
    Her eyes sparkled with heated passion as, without a word, she slowly began to rock against him, and he didn’t think he’d ever see a more beautiful sight than the woman holding him so intimately. As she moved, her body caressed him and shredded every good intention he possessed.
    The white-hot haze of passion surrounding him blinded him to anything but the need to once again make her his. Unable to stop himself, he grasped her hips and held on as she rode him to the point of no return. Never in his entire life had a woman possessed him so fully. At that moment, she owned him, body and soul.
    Her moan of pleasure signaled that she was right there with him, and he felt her inner muscles urging him to completely surrender himself to her. Unable to holdback any longer, Russ thrust into her one final time and, groaning, gave himself up to her demands as they became one body, one heart, one soul.

Chapter Nine
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    A s Russ stood at the kitchen window watching the darkness of night fade into the pearl-gray light of dawn, he couldn’t stop thinking about the incredible night he’d just spent with Abby. She’d loved him with such unbridled abandon that just the thought of it made him hard.
    But instead of rejoining her in his bed this morning, as he’d like to do, he was steeling himself to what he knew in his heart was the best for both of them. Last night, he’d purposely put out of his mind the fact that it was their last time together. He hadn’t wanted to think about never again hearing her whisper his name as hebrought her pleasure, never seeing the blush of satisfaction on her pretty face when she came apart in his arms.
    His chest tightened. He’d never felt as complete, as whole, as he felt when he was with her. From the first time he’d held her, he’d felt as if he’d found the other half of himself.
    But their being together was something that would, in the end, spell heartbreak for both of them. He wasn’t nearly good enough for her, and he didn’t think he’d be able to bear the look of disappointment on her pretty face when she finally figured that out. That’s why he had to end things now before either of them got in any deeper.
    As he stood at the window, staring blindly at the lake behind the cottage, he sensed her presence a moment before her arms circled his waist from behind. The feel of her soft body plastered to his back sent a flash fire zinging through his veins, and he had to close his eyes against the need to pick her up and carry her back to his bed.
    “When I woke up, you weren’t there. I wondered where you were.” Her warm breath through his shirt felt as if she’d branded him as hers.
    Digging deep for the strength to do what he knew was best for both of them, he said, “Abby, we have to talk.”
    She tightened her hold on him. “This sounds serious.”
    Taking her hands in his, he removed her arms from around him and turned to face her. He caught his breath.She had never looked more beautiful than she did now, wearing nothing but his tuxedo shirt.
    “Russ?”
    “I’ve been thinking and…” He stopped to clear his throat, then rushed on before he could change his mind, grab her with both arms and hang on for dear life. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore, Abby.”
    The hurt he saw in her expressive green eyes just about ripped his heart right out of his chest, but he admired the way she met his gaze head-on. “Could I ask what brought you to this conclusion?”
    He shrugged. “A combination of a lot of things.”
    “Would you care to enlighten me?” Her voice shook slightly, and it just about tore him apart.
    He should have known she’d want an in-depth explanation. “You really haven’t figured it out by now?”
    “I wouldn’t be asking if I had,” she said, wrapping her arms around